"Nah, I've got it covered."

Sanford chuckled quietly, letting her get behind him to start rubbing his head, neck, and shoulders.

She used to do this for him all the time back in the day.

The pressure was just right and was very comfortable.

Sanford just chilled, a tiny grin on his lips. “Is this how you're going to chill me out? It's not quite doing it for me."

Maggie's hands stopped. "Am I being too light on the pressure?"

"Nah, it's not that. It's just not hitting the spot."

Maggie was at a loss for words.

She understood what he was hinting at.

Maggie felt her cheeks warm, and without a word, her hands moved from his head, down his neck and shoulders, then to his arms, keeping at it...

"Lie down."

Lie down? Sanford chuckled and laid down like she said.

Maggie kicked off her shoes and hopped on his back, getting to work on his spine.

Sanford shut his eyes, soaking up her care, memories of their fiery times together popping up in his mind.

A man like him, who'd been craving something for ages, couldn't resist a little teasing. Especially when it was the one person he'd been longing for.

So when her hand brushed his waist, a shiver ran down his back, and he grabbed her hand.

Maggie's eyes shimmered with a tender look. “What's up? Is it too much pressure or too little?"

Sanford's eyes sparkled with a hint of want.

He held her hand tighter, pulling her in closer towards him.

Seeing her puzzled, doe-like eyes, he whispered huskily, “I wasn't feeling it with your earlier moves, but this last one, you throwing yourself into my arms, that's what I'm talking about!"